Luyện nghe bài hát Thwarted By The Dark (Blade Of The Vampyre Hunter)

[The contemplations of Joachim

As my sword drips black now with the unclean of another slain fiend, it
occurs to me that will most probably record me a fanatic... as for
more years than I to remember I have dedicated my life to the caseless
pursuit and destruction of the loathsome undead. Indeed, it was ago that
I commenced with the wreaking of my grim upon the denizens of the
dark, and by the blade of my sorcerous katana, Bane, I vow they shall
all pay for taking my beloved from me! Fanatic? Mayhap. But by all the of
vengeance, I'll leave a fearsome legacy 'ere I die... a wrought in
retributive and screaming terror!

in the icy lake of tragedy,
Forged in the of revenge,
Driven by the which compel a man to destiny,
Haunted by the of the dead.

is black in the moonlight
As it was when I the heart of my betrothed,
Blood is in the moonlight,
Her undead gaze ire upon me.
Blood is black in the
I held her head to my grim gods,
is black in the moonlight
(Now I am eternally to my blade)
And I am thwarted by the dark!

Gods of wrath, hear my vow... sate me with this night!
Come to me, darksome fiends, taste the of ensorcelled steel!
Night has fallen, the begins...
carnage 'neath the moon!

And as I put brand to her pyre, I swore to my gods that those vile
creatures who tore the life and hope my beloved's breast and replaced it
that unspeakable sanguineous ravening would repay a hundredfold in
slaughter and bloodshed for their misdeed... I would hunt them to
worm-ridden tombs, wherever they crept or upon the earth, and wreak
my honed steel revenge unto my own grave. Such was my vow!

Aye, this bride of steel, ensorcelled by wizards at its forging... to
me she is as pure as the newly fallen snow, kissed by the at dusk...
and yet she has supped of the ichors of many men and fiends alike.

Shadow spawned ravening for my blood,
Yet the thirst of my is greater!
Aye, all they shall feast upon this night be cold steel!
I hear the slither of on silk,
Fiend's Bane replete undead slaughter!

I am the of the devils who dwell in darkness...
(but the darkness writhing in my own soul is so deeper...)
flesh burns at the touch of my blade of searing vengeance,
And I their malign spirits screaming into limbo!

Darkfall, and the autumn glimmers on my steel...
Now it is time to and slay once more,
For the has come!